Kyer emptied the clothes from his haversack into mine so we could carry the crabs in it, but he made Sinda hold the bag on our way back to the platform. “Wuss,” she admonished, draping the haversack over her head and shoulder the way we wore it.
He said, “I saw what those things did to Aine. I’m not about to have them bite me in the crotch.”
“They don’t bite, they pinch,” Sinda muttered. “And it’d be the first action you ever saw, anyway.”
“How would you know?” Kyer snapped.
She rolled her eyes at us in a way that, by now, had become all too familiar. “Puh-leaze. I sleep in the same bed with you guys, remember? If you got it on at night, I’d know.”
I chimed in. “For someone who doesn’t have s*x herself, you sure do talk about it a lot.”
“For someone who doesn’t have s*x, either,” she
